Chapter 636: Can’t Handle Losing
As the competition progressed, the Qian Desolation Lord appeared indifferent to winning or losing on the surface, but internally he was so furious he wanted to flip the table on the spot and destroy the Nine Provinces.
The Eight Desolations had never suffered such a massive humiliation before.
The mortal group, Qi Refining group, Foundation Building group, Golden Core group—eleven matches in each group, and they hadn’t won a single one!
“I need to stay calm, small impatience ruins great plans. The Nine Provinces will inevitably receive special attention from the Immortal Realm, their destruction is certain. There’s no need to disrupt the grand scheme just because we keep losing face. The Three Immortal Ancestors haven’t responded yet, I must endure this…”
The Qian Desolation Lord tried hard to convince himself that those who laugh last laugh best.
“Nascent Soul group, Nine Provinces eleven victories in eleven matches!” the referee loudly announced the results.
The referee was Ji Zhi’s imperial uncle, who had once left Great Zhou with Jiang Li and encountered the newly emerged Holy Maiden Jingxin.
“The Spirit Transformation group competition begins. Representing the Nine Provinces is… Wuzhi.”
Wuzhi stood on the platform, holding prayer beads in his hand, chanting “Amitabha” as he stood quietly on the arena, making the entire space seem to solidify.
Seeing Wuzhi, the Qian Desolation Lord felt he should win this one.
This monk was only at the early Spirit Transformation stage perfection. Even if he was the master of Sumeru Mountain, what did it matter? The competition relied on combat power, not Buddhist teachings.
“Jin Yan, go.” The Qian Desolation Lord directly sent out his strongest Spirit Transformation stage combatant, determined to secure victory in this match no matter what.
Jin Yan was the Qian Desolation Lord’s true disciple, at the peak of Spirit Transformation stage. In the Eight Desolations, he could summon wind and rain at will, truly a genius among geniuses, deservedly the number one in the Spirit Transformation stage.
Jin Yan ascended the platform with a confident smile, ready to turn the tide starting from his match.
“What profound Buddhist attainment!” Jin Yan was greatly surprised. The moment he made eye contact with Wuzhi, Buddhist scriptures began echoing in his mind.
The Eight Desolations had long been without Buddhist sects, and Jin Yan had only seen Buddhist techniques in ancient texts.
“Interesting, this is exactly what will showcase my power!” Jin Yan remained unafraid, believing realm was the fundamental determinant of everything. Buddhist teachings—those things that urged people toward goodness—weren’t even worth a steamed bun.
“The match begins.”
A cry echoed through the clouds as the sun broke through heavy dark clouds, shining on Jin Yan’s face. His bloodline boiled, and solar true flames rose from his body.
The solar true flames ignited the spiritual energy, turning the entire arena into a sea of fire.
He wasn’t human, but a pure-blooded Golden Crow!
“My solar true flames ignite whatever they touch—spiritual energy, Spiritual Treasures, physical bodies… nothing can escape being burned to ashes!”
Jin Yan laughed arrogantly, confident of victory as he directly used his strongest technique to intimidate the Nine Provinces.
Wuzhi didn’t even lift his eyelids, softly chanting something as a massive figure appeared behind him, easily blocking the sun.
The figure was majestic yet with blurred features, extending a large hand that pressed down.
Under this palm, all things evolved, all things fell silent, infinitely transforming. Whether solar true flames or Golden Crow bloodline, they could only be suppressed.
Jin Yan spat out golden blood, pressed to the ground by this palm without any chance to resist.
All the techniques he took pride in had completely failed!
The black-robed Jiang Li looked strangely at the scene.
He was also familiar with this blurred figure—it was the appearance of the Dao Ancestor.
“Has the Dao Ancestor awakened?” Bai Hongtu also recognized his own ancestor, which would be momentous news.
“No, it should be that Wuzhi has obtained some of the Dao Ancestor’s techniques.” Jiang Li shook his head. If the Dao Ancestor had awakened, there wouldn’t be so little commotion.
“The Dao Ancestor still needs to separate from Wuzhi’s soul through the three corpses severing method. Naturally, he needs to let Wuzhi learn his techniques first, otherwise how could he perform the three corpses severing method?”
“Reasonable.”
The Spirit Transformation group could be considered the home ground of the Human Sovereign candidates. Yuan Wuxing took the stage, having achieved minor mastery in the Five-Colored Divine Light, which dissolved all spells. If he hadn’t held back his power, his opponent would have dissolved completely, leaving no trace.
Qin Luan took the stage, gathering the five thunder energies from his five organs. The thunder light blazed brilliantly as thunder essence transformed into weapons that crashed to the ground with roaring explosions, blowing off two of his opponent’s limbs.
Seven Kill Daozi repeatedly shouted the word “kill,” with sword light spouting from his mouth each time he shouted, piercing through his opponent’s dantian.
Yu Youxian had initially held back, but when her opponent repeatedly provoked her with lustful looks in his eyes, she could no longer tolerate it. She drew a prison on the ground, turned the earth to steel, transformed stone to gold—executing Dao techniques in one continuous flow to turn her opponent into gold.
Li Nian’er appeared to be only at the early Spirit Transformation stage on the surface, but every move she used were skills that only Unity Stage cultivators could employ. She was effectively at the early Unity Stage, defying conventional understanding with no explanation.
“Hmm?” Jiang Li made a questioning sound, feeling as if Li Nian’er was borrowing his power somehow.
Every time Li Nian’er used a technique, the energy he generated from one breath of cultivation was only four-fifths of the original amount.
Li Nian’er ended the battle in three moves, equivalent to Jiang Li not cultivating for three-fifths of a second.
“Spirit Transformation group, Nine Provinces wins.”
The Eight Desolations suffered another crushing defeat, and the Qian Desolation Lord’s face was so dark it could practically drip water.
“Unity group, Black Dragon, you go.”
“As you command.”
The Black Dragon Domain Lord took the stage, understanding the Qian Desolation Lord’s hint. He directly revealed his Black Dragon true form, posturing aggressively while releasing true dragon might to show the Nine Provinces their place.
As the Qian Desolation Lord’s mount, he had charged into battle countless times, killed innumerable people, achieved glorious military merits, and enjoyed the Qian Desolation Lord’s deep trust.
“I’ll take this!”
The Eastern Sea Dragon King strode forward, flipping through the air to reveal his Azure Dragon true form, similarly releasing true dragon might that overshadowed the Black Dragon Domain Lord’s presence.
The two dragons confronted each other in the air, sparks flying between them. Before the referee could announce the start, both dragons simultaneously attacked, tearing into each other.
The Black Dragon Domain Lord wanted to fight on the Nine Provinces Continent, using the battle as pretext to affect bystanders and disrupt Nine Provinces order.
How could the Eastern Sea Dragon King let the Black Dragon Domain Lord have his way? He extended his five claws, forcibly ripping off one of the Black Dragon Domain Lord’s reverse scales. Enraged, the Black Dragon Domain Lord’s dragon eyes turned crimson as he prepared to tear his opponent apart.
The Eastern Sea Dragon King lured the Black Dragon Domain Lord into space, whipping his dragon tail to slap the Black Dragon Domain Lord’s face painfully.
“You’re seeking death!”
The Black Dragon Domain Lord emitted a dragon roar. They were both true dragons, both at the late Unity Stage—where did you get the courage to challenge me?
“Flying Dragon in the Heavens!”
The Black Dragon Domain Lord stimulated his bloodline to the extreme, his black scales opening and closing rhythmically as if breathing with life.
“Jiang Li Human Sovereign Power!”
The Eastern Sea Dragon King’s body became like a divine mountain, with immeasurable majestic weight as he crashed into the Black Dragon Domain Lord. Who’s comparing bloodlines with you? Don’t you know that dragon strength nowadays depends on progress in cultivating the “Jiang Li Human Sovereign Power”?
The Black Dragon Domain Lord’s spine broke into three sections, leaving his body unable to straighten, with countless bone fragments stuck in his flesh, difficult to separate.
The Eastern Sea Dragon King, with his immense strength, pressed down the Black Dragon Domain Lord’s body and gutted him open.
He had long recognized that this fellow dragon was no good character, with countless dead souls having perished by his hands.
Simultaneously, the Qian Desolation Lord received instructions from the Three Immortal Ancestors and began making trouble.
The Qian Desolation Lord sprang to his feet, sternly rebuking: “How vicious the Nine Provinces are, striking so heavily!”
As he spoke, he began casting spells to capture the Eastern Sea Dragon King.
Bai Hongtu stepped forward, merging with his avatar as he pressed down the Qian Desolation Lord’s hand, sneering coldly: “Qian Desolation Lord, isn’t this losing behavior too ugly?”
The other seven Desolation Lords stood up. Seeing this, the leaders of various major forces on the Nine Provinces side also rose to their feet, with battle imminent.